| Do you still live with Cathy with the curly hair?
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| Yeah, but I’ve been waiting for a tall, half-Greek girl
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| To take me away from here
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| We met in December when you got snowed in
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| Talked for twelve or fifteen hours
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| I don’t know where to begin
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| But if you’d ask me, I wouldn’t care
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| And if you’d met me, I’d be there
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| But if you’d let me, I wouldn’t dare
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| But if you’d let me
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| We talked again on Valentine’s day
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| But you stayed away, oh
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| And I know that you were right
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| And I know that you were wrong
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| Somewhere behind those blue eyes
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| And long blonde hair
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| Oh, yeah your manners were good
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| And you told me everything I wanted to hear
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| But if you’d ask me, I wouldn’t care
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| And if you’d met me, I’d be there
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| But if you’d let me, I wouldn’t dare
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| But if you’d let me
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| You took the bus in LA with the a book in your back pocket
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| It took you two hours to just to say hi, so I asked:
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| Do you still remember Cathy with the curly hair?
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| Yeah, but I’ve been waiting for a tall half-Greek girl
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| To take me away from here
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| But if you’d ask me, I wouldn’t care
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| And if you’d met me, I’d be there
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| But if you’d let me, no, I wouldn’t dare
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| But if you’d let me |